A Difficult Goodbye.. When we were finally told we could leave the hospital, I didn’t feel relief—I felt numb. My daughter Callie smiled behind her mask, clutching her bunny and waving to nurses, but I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest. Our rent had lapsed months ago while I stayed with her through treatments. “My job said they ‘understood,’ but the calls stopped two weeks ago,” I thought. We had nowhere to go.
Unexpected Help.. Then two police officers appeared. I panicked, but a nurse whispered, “It’s okay. They’re here to help.” The officers carried our bags and took us to a “temporary placement.” At a blue house, a woman named Mrs. Harper greeted us. I was confused about what was happening. “Open the envelope,” the officer said before leaving.
